He looks at her from 'cross the fire lit room.
Her eyes, they glow, twin pools of green, he loves
Her hair, the way it shines as red as noon
Sunlight. He sees a future where he shoves
The boy who's next to her, making her smile
Like he never could. Her grin lights up the space,
His heart feels light, her presence drives him wild.
He wants to talk to her and plead his case.
She hates him though, he knows it, he's a prat;
Too vain he is, too proud of all his skills.
Deflate his head, he must, so glum he sat
Alone. Just watching them together kills
All joy he felt seeing her sitting there.
He leaves the room and knows she doesn't care.
This was the SINGLE MOST PAINFUL thing I have ever written. We had to write a sonnet for English Lit. class, and mine ended up being about Lily and James. It's as close to a real sonnet as it can get, with a Shakespearean rhyme scheme (ABABCDCDEFEFGG) and written in iambic pentameter with a octave and sestet (volta). So some review would definitely be appreciated :D